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Star-date 53 HeHe LoL: The bronies have invaded our safe haven; nowhere is safe now, moral is low, statuses are looking grim. The time is upon we chosen few to embark on a great journey to a new place where we can shitpost and be MORE than passive aggressive. I am welcome to most ideas but staying is not looking like a good one.

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putin: aka putina, rat, cunt, empire oof yugoslavia is a scammer. he has scammed many people and these people have come to me and told me that he had been scammed.

I have to admit I was pretty stupid, I Thought something good about him, and thought he was being legit, he said he would pay me back. he gave me 7 cosmetics on the spot, and said that there were more to come, promising a key and the snack attack. this was about right item over pay right? exactly.

he said he couldn't trade for 2 months because he removed authenticator, then he promised me an unusual then a headtaker, I declined both because i had waited long enough to get my items and then he ended up removing me and blocking me.

I reported him but still,dosn't matter. hes a dick aswell, he made up this whole bullshit about him not being able to do it because he had a rough childhood, dickhead. if you want to find him he commented before he blocked me.

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So I have found a few regular unique weapons lately that have some good levels on them (100, 69, 42, etc.) and I was wondering, how much would a level number change the price of a regular unique weapon?

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Lacquered wood and cold steel were the only things he could feel over the din of his sorrow. A harsh gust echoed across his mindscape, his gut rising and falling with every melancholy breath. The skylights refracted the darkness of the stormy night sky, twisting it, coiling it around his heart. A ragged breath escaped his trembling lips, a drop of sweat rolled through his stubble and onto the carpet. Then, a gunshot shook the room with a resounding crack. Then there was silence. And a shrill scream. A familiar woman came crashing through the doorway moments later, and knelt beside him on blood splattered carpet. "What did you do? What did you do? Oh god please no." "You'll be okay, just give me a minute," she sputtered, feebly stroking through her late husband's hair. "I'll fix it, just hold on please," she pleaded, as tears clouded her vision. She spent the next few minutes sobbing into his chest, her face and hair becoming bloodied. Hysterical crying and the scent of copper permeated the room, and before long sirens were distracting her from the darkness. She stood, sniveling, and lethargically walked to the front door. The knock came right as she touched the doorknob, and it revealed a pair of uniformed officers. The first of the two, the elder and higher in rank, opened his mouth to say something but was taken immediately back by her appearance in the doorway. Light pooling from the kitchen framed her sullen, bloody silhouette. "Can you tell me what happened here?" His voice was gruff and apathetic. His partner, by contrast a pretty woman in her early thirties, nudged him aside gently and introduced herself. "My name is Kelly, we're here to help. We have a few questions as well..." she trailed off as the shadow in the doorway gestured inside and turned around. She didn't look back as she led them to the carpeted sunroom where her husband lay cooling in a small puddle of blood.Her naturally tan face made a pale contrast to the pale moonlit room. Kelly steered her by the shoulder to the corner, and blocked her view of the corpse with her body. Soothingly she asked "Is there anyone I can call for you?" A subtle lateral shake of the head was her response."Can you tell me your name?""Eliza... his name was Douglas," she choked out, before a new series of sobs silenced her. Behind them, the veteran officer made a call on his radio. "Requesting coroner, do not send EMS. Looks like a suicide." He droned on a bit longer, but no further attention was paid to him. Eliza made her best effort to collect herself. She was surprised but secretly thankful that her daughter had not awoken from the commotion. She had always slept like a rock, much to Eliza's precious chagrin and current relief. "Kelly, I need to go tell my daughter." Kelly's face sank. To witness the death of anyone was hard enough on the psyche, both on her and those of the family. To see a child involved, that was heartbreaking. Perhaps in time, Kelly would gain the battle hardened callousness that her partner exuded on a daily basis, but she hadn't yet suffered through enough of this hell to lose her compassion. "I can come with you if you need-""No thank you," she mumbled, "cops scare her." With that, she gently brushed past the woman and made her way down the hallway. She couldn't get her mind off of the loss of her husband, but she was grateful for the two solid oak doors and thick walls separating the rooms of this suburban house. She paused at the door, fighting back a new wave of tears. She wanted to present an aura of strength to her daughter. She would attempt to tell her the usual lies that parents tell their children about death, but knew her daughter to be old enough to see past the euphemisms. She turned the handle.

The room was darker than night. Eliza pulled out her phone to use as a makeshift flashlight to avoid waking her precious child into what would be a night she remembered forever. Monique was snoring loudly with a pillow over her head as she entered the room, and Eliza couldn't help but smile at her beauty. She looked angelic with her short blonde hair covering up part of her face. A forced smile was etched onto Monique's face from the way her head lay on the pillow. Eliza knelt on the dark hardwood floor beside the bed and rested an arm on the nightstand and the other on her daughter's exposed cheek. In moments, her life would be never be the same again. Could she bring herself to break this news? Yes. Better her than a cop. She began stroking her cheek gently while saying her name, to no avail. She knew it would take more than that to rouse her daughter, she was just being a coward. "Monique, it's time to get up," she said loudly, pulling the pillow off her head and shaking a shoulder. This method proved more effective than the last, and two miniature oceans fluttered open. "Mommy? W-what is all over your face?" Eliza let her jaw run slack in horror as she realized she was partially covered in blood. She tried to say something but words escaped her. Perhaps she would need help after all."I'll be right back, just stay there sweetheart." She stepped away quickly, hiding her face. The bathroom was only a few feet from the doorway of the small bedroom. She stepped inside and locked the door with shaking hands. Her eyes stung from the harsh incandescent light of the ceiling fixture. When she was able to open them again, the person staring back at her from the mirror was not the person she knew. This person - stranger - was bloody and forlorn. She couldn't make sense of reality, and for a moment she questioned her existence and that this night was even happening."Come on Liz, hold it together. For her, not for you. For her." She worked desperately to regain enough sense to tell her child the truth.

It only took a few minutes for her to clear the blood off her face, but they did not go uninterrupted."Mommy? What happened? Why are there people in the house?" Monique asked, pounding lightly on the door."I'll be out in a second and I'll explain..." She offered, drying her hands, with a hand towel. She inhaled deeply and exited the bathroom. Monique was waiting at the door, with a curious look on her face. "There are people in there," she said, pointing toward the scene. Eliza whispered a silent thank you that her daughter hadn't gone to investigate, and led her to her bedroom where they sat down together on the edge of her bed."Monique, daddy has gone to a better place." She lied, the words feeling like venom as they poured out of her mouth. "We won't see him anymore, but he will always be with us in our hearts." Trying to embellish the truth had made little difference, Monique understood the implication and reacted with shock."Is he really gone? Daddy could never die, he's too strong for that." Her face contorted in fear. "Is that why those people are here? Did they hurt him?""No, they are here to help." Eliza embraced her in a firm hug. "Everything will be okay, I promise." The two of them sat there for some time.

A knock on the open doorway roused them from their thoughts."I found this paper on the desk in there, it is addressed to you." She accepted the paper without a word. Monique tried to read over her shoulder but Eliza hid it from her. She could never know how this truly happened until she was older.

Dear LizIf you are reading this, I've done a terrible thing to you and Monique. I'm sorry, truly I am. I've been struggling for a long time and I can no longer find a reason to live. You have been the most wonderful wife that a man could ever have, and Monique is the child any father would have wanted. I love you both very much, please forgive me for what I've done. There is money in the safe for Monique to go to college, and I left everything in your name. Take care of her for me, I'll be looking out for you from above, if above exists. I love you very much.

Love, Doug

By the time she had finished reading the letter for the fifth time, it was mottled by tears. The ink ran in little rivers that obscured the page. It fell to the floor.

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Lacquered wood and cold steel were the only things he could feel over the din of his sorrow. A harsh gust echoed across his mindscape, his gut rising and falling with every melancholy breath. The skylights refracted the darkness of the stormy night sky, twisting it, coiling it around his heart. A ragged breath escaped his trembling lips, a drop of sweat rolled through his stubble and onto the carpet. He pulled the revolver away from his head. He fingered the cylinder release, and it popped open. Six unspent shells clattered to the floor. A cold shudder ran up his spine. He glanced off toward the nightstand as he stood, and at the sheaf of paper lying on it. He took the paper outside, and lit it on fire. The flames licked it delicately, the clean lettering nothing more than ash in the wind. He dropped it as the flames reached his hand, and it burned completely before it hit the ground.

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So I was offered a collecters Force a Nature with the Pro KS of Sheen: Manndarian and KIllstreaker: Incinerator for my Cloud 9 Stronium Stove Pipe, but i dont know how to price it. The guy said it was worth 15 keys but idk

Yes, I love mass media as my major, I have a goal to change a lot in my world (middle east, we suck atm) but there is no single day that passes by that I don't think of dropping out from my major, seeing the future subjects and the amount of bullshit that I will never benefit from (except killing my gpa) .. I think to myself that I can save all the money that Dad pisses on slightly useless education, study a diploma that will take what a year or two and with the same amount of info that i will spend 4 years taking and spending much more, eh thinking about it more and more just hurts my head, whateva.

Having a Syrian nationality is probably the worst thing that you won't even wish your worst enemy to have, I'm stuck with it and it is really a pain in the ass, I can't work here (Jordan), can't get a car, can't work, they barely even let me in at first .. but I have this friend of mine that introduced me to a direct trade (i think?) company that I can work in either by selling products or getting new employees to join, i'm going to see them tomorrow, while I don't think that it will work out (because I suck socially and i need to be super social to work properly) i will give a shot, seeing how much Dad spends on my siblings and I it will be welcome to have my own income, I would love to work in a restaurant or whatever but sadly i can't .. fuck war yeah.

I met this girl in senior year of high-school, she have this retarded boyfriend (well tbh she wasn't that smart at that time either) .. we started talking a lot , I learnt nearly everything about her (and her tragic life story, suddenly she transferred from that not smart girl to a girl that I adore and really like, never judge a book by its cover eh) and she knew shit-ton about me as well, she was the friend that I could always lean on when I couldn't share with family or normal friends and it was awesome. She broke up with that dickhead when he moved away to university .. I never really confessed my love for her because I know I am not ready and i'm not ready to break her heart that she is still trying to heal, yes I tried (and did) confess my love to her, I also explained that i don't think am ready and she said the same .. good think we are still really close best friends even if we are in different countries and might never meet again, oh how things change in 2 years.

Life is a roller coaster and is a good one if you accept that bad things that can happen to you, enjoy it while it lasts>

Tagg's no stranger to the TF2 scene, though this period marks only his second appearance on the list. Tagg took advantage of NISLT's month-long disappearance to remain at #5. NISLT usually ranks #3 or #4 on the list, and last period marked the first time that he placed out of the top 5. NISLT returned to YouTube on June 7th and has promised to explain his disappearance in a future video. It'll be interesting to see if Tagg can extend his run for a third straight period; he has a leg up on Twitch, but NISLT usually generates 10+ times the amount of YouTube activity. Fun fact: Tagg streamed eight different games on Twitch during the past month. His most streamed game was (this should come as no surprise) TF2.

#3: Uncle Dane

Congrats to Uncle Dane for reaching 200k YouTube subscribers! To celebrate the occasion, he dropped a 20-minute TF2 parody mixtape filled with references that only TF2 players will understand. Listen to the songs in the video below, or check out the individual songs on Bandcamp. Uncle Dane also started his first t-shirt campaign. Shirts are only available until June 20th, so act quickly!

#1: Muselk

Muselk dominated the TF2 YouTube scene this period. His new YouTube subscriber and new video view totals are nearly 10 times that of any other creator on the list. Muselk recently played TF2 on a virtual reality device. See how he fared in the video below. Warning: the recording of Muselk's POV will appear curved due to the properties of the headset. It's especially noticeable when you look at the on-screen text.

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Hello, my name is Sacred or TLH.I have currently started a brokering business that I am looking to get into spending a lot of time on. I do not expect anyone to trust me fully yet as this is my first time trying brokering. I know how it works and have used brokers in the past. I will not charge expensive fee's.Anything to help you decide whether you would like to use my service or not should be here, if you need any more information add me on steam or comment here, thankyou.

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Ah April Fools Day. A time for merriment and silliness. Like Halloween, it's one of those days cordoned off for behavior that would normally be considered awkward or unusual. But, as often happens on these normalcy-flaunting holidays, people mess up. The social mores and rules are poorly defined, and people often rush to do something silly and step over the line. For today's meandering musing post, I'd like to discuss some things that make a good--or bad--April Fools prank.

The first thing to remember about April Fools pranks is that they should not disrupt the normal operation of your business/site/whatever. Presenting fake news on a news website, watermarking images on an image website, or disrupting/impeding users in any way is not a good idea. April Fools pranks should not be malicious in nature. They shouldn't be destructive or inconvenient or mean-spirited. FIMfic ran into this problem a few years ago: they announced they were banning HiE and people were appropriately annoyed. Derpibooru made a similar mistake this year.

The next thing to remember is that restraint is important. Making too many pranks not only makes each one less funny, it also increases the chances that each one may be taken seriously. Again, see FIMfic's botched April Fools day: not only did they make the aforementioned announcement, they also had 2 other joke posts from site reviewers and the FIMfic gold thing. Derpibooru not only watermarked their images this year, but also changed all their spoiler images to the same "premium content" image. Sometimes this can be a result of multiple subgroups within a community each doing their own thing, of course, but not always.

The final thing to remember is that it is okay not to do anything for April Fools. A good prank should not be rushed or poorly planned. Likewise, some things and services simply do not lend themselves to April Fools pranks. If you can't come up with a good one, then don't force something out. This can also heighten impact for later years: after all, if you skip doing a prank one year, then the next one will be less expected.

So what are some good examples of pranks that follow these ideas? A personal favorite prank of mine was Netflix's a few years ago: they replaced several of their usual categorical suggestions (like "Comedy", "Inspirational Documentaries", etc.) with some rather...specific ones

What were some April Fools pranks that you found particularly memorable? And were they memorable because they were funny, or because they were bad/inconvenient/overdone?

I was going to link to a Wall Street Journal article about Google and Yahoo messing up their April Fools pranks this year, but apparently it's now hidden behind a paywall. So have a gif instead, I guess;

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There's a reason I only played ten hours. Most people that I knew got turned off after one and a half. Broken matchmaking systems, the lack of dev support, waiting for literally up to ONE AND A HALF HOURS or so for either L0Z0rThaP3ngu1nofDOOM, xXxDeath_MasterxXx, or juan.santos2005 to join in, the fact that the top guide nowadays is made specifically to get people in and out as fast as possible, and the fact that the majority of the 40 people still playing this game have turned into a toxic mess rivaling low tier competitive LoL or DOTA just makes it a awful game to be on.

The hat's you get from this game for TF2 look bad, and the cosmetics you get in this game are overpriced to oblivion AND look bad. If the Mann Co. Store from TF2 and EA's cosmetic DLC system had a baby, it would be the Uber store, which currently in a eternal sale because of how little it's been used. If you like old memes and wasting cash, look no further.

Along with ugly costumes, it has honestly one of the worst class buying systems out there. Heroes of the Storm got nothing on this. Basic characters, like stronger tanks or longer range characters, have to be unlocked with hard earned THOUSANDS of coins (The TANK class, for example, needs 4500 coins). You only get like 40 coins per win/loss. This is a problem, and often leads to new players get destroyed by older, richer, and more class unlocked players.

On the bright side of this mess, the combat's in SMNC is alright. With the 5 classes you get unlocked, out of the game's unlockable 17, being fun to use when you finally do good (rarely), and offer different playstyles which spices up the game a bit. Blitz is pretty cool as well, a Tower Defense sort of deal against the robots that gives lots of XP on completion. Use this if your grinding for that last TF2 hat, you're going to need that last boost after spending time during the dead hours of the game.

In short, with a tiny community practically rivaling DOTA/LoL levels of toxicity, overpriced and ugly cosmetics and hero unlocks, ridiculous grinding for ugly rewards, and a horrendous amount of waiting, even for a dead game, the combat and game modes can't save this from not getting a recommendation.

Everyone knows a sword is a very great combat weapon. Whenever someone had a melee weapon in the old days, you will usually see someone with a sword, be it one-handed or two-handed. A sword represents power and skill, since wars were commonly fought with people in the front lines using them. However, a sword is more than just mere power. If a person just has sheer power, then they will easily be destroyed as they will not be able to keep up with someone. As well as this, it represents a responsibility. Most knights back in the old days were knighted by the king tapping them on both shoulders with his sword. The sword is supposed to be a representation of the responsibility of the mods. Not only does the broadcaster reflect upon the chat, but the mods do as well. If there are strict mods in a Twitch chat, then the broadcaster may be put in a negative light because of the limited free speech. However, a mod that does no action reflects poorly as well since they stand idly by while other people are making a bad reflection of the chat (aka the "chat experience"). The mods must be swift, but not with brute force as to abuse their powers (just like how a sword must be agile, but not strong enough as to break the blade).

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Deku woke up at 5am and was instantly greeted by emmy when he opened steam. He then ate breakfast and played MvM with Pilo. Later, he will take an exam.Edit:The exam went well except that he forgot his calculator.

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This is my first attempt to make a blog entry, pardon my errors and such.

I have been very busy lately, homeworks, projects, etc. everywhere. But I still manage to take a quick glance of what is happening at the forums, just a place where I normally chill and socialize with other peeps. Hope I do well this semester and get things done.